Masquerade Mingle

[thespaceopera]

[The night has finally come--the Gravity Rush is nearly upon us! What normally serves as a large performance hall has been gutted, emptied of its boring furniture and rigged up into a fantastical mismatch of technology and old culture. No matter where you go tonight, you're encouraged to move around, dance, play games, whatever helps you sleep in late tomorrow morning.

If you aren't one for scurrying around a ballroom all night, there's always plenty of people-watching to do. After all, so many people are wearing extravagant costumes and elaborate masks. How can you even tell who is who? Get lost in a crowd of sequins, chatter with a sun and a moon, or try to beat the guy in the monster-mask at a game of cards. Meet your friends or make some new ones--this masquerade party has begun!]


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Felix Harrowgate

[lord_wizard]

[Felix arrives to the masquerade arm-in-arm with Crowley, making the gaudy splash of color he's arrayed himself in stand out all the more against the demon's usual somber black. He is a literal peacock this evening, the patterned coat and vest he wears resplendent in brilliant blue and green, stark against his black leather trousers. His mask is an elegant affair in blue and gold, framed by his deep red hair. His ever-present gold and garnet rings seem as incongruous as his curls, but rather tie in the winding gold, green, scarlet, and azure vines tattooed on his hands.

It's clear that he's finally in his element. The beautiful hall, the music, the dancing, the absolute grandiose ostentatious of it all is absolutely everything he might have wanted and everything he has missed from his old life. The memory doesn't hold him down like it once might have, but rather buoys him, lifting him out of his worries and into the spirit of the evening. It's a sharper, brighter, even more outgoing version of himself, one that might have once been edged, but tonight it's almost entirely genuine.

He carries himself with confidence as he moves through the crowd. He doesn't stay at his lover's side at all times, especially when there's so many people here to meet. He will dance with anyone that asks (and he shows skill at least in the technical dances) and talk to everyone he meets, even if it's simply a bright smile followed by an equally bright--]

Hello.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley has been swanning about the party, talking to people, drinking excessively, the usual, really. He's wearing a much fancier suit than normal, but absolutely still black. He's also procured a tophat to go with his grey snake-skin mask.

Eventually, he catches sight of Felix again, while he's on a return journey from spending time with someone or other. Crowley may be fairly good at socialising, but in a place like this? Felix takes to it like a fish to water. It's enjoyable enough watching him flit around, do his thing.

Still, as Felix returns he offers up a wine glass he's not long gathered from the bar. He has one of his own so it's not really sharing. Not...really.]

Not a bad turnout, given this party is on a moon that may well be the pitstain of the universe.

[lord_wizard]

[He takes the glass, his fingers curling around it almost greedily. He doesn't feel the need to drink much this evening, but he will absolutely take a gift when offered. Of course, he doesn't even bother to say thank you, saving Crowley the bother of pretending he'd done something nice]

Certainly, but also means they are all acutely aware of their mutual misery, and what better way to deny misery that with a party? Besides, it seems a cultural affectation, going by the gas masks.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley appreciates that, nothing worse than having to pretend you didn't do a nice thing. He'd come out in hives or something.]

Hmmm, perhaps you're right. They do seem a little over zealous to show us how happy they are about the looming death-smog. Maybe they've been drinking the kool-aid.

[lord_wizard]

I have no idea what that means--[Though he says it rather brightly, since cultural references he doesn't get are par for the course, especially with Crowley, and he's in too good a mood to care]

I any case, I'm sure they're perfectly aware of what they've been dealt, my point is, it's a bit like putting make-up on a pig.

[onlyanapple]

You're probably better off never knowing. It's not a fun story.

[It bummed him out when he heard about it. Humans. ]

You might just have a point, there. Polishing up a turd, and suchlike.

[lord_wizard]

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